adamstone

In the city there's a thousand things, I want to say to you
But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool

I wanna say, I wanna tell you
About the young ideas
But you turn them into fears

In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright
And those golden faces are under 25

They wanna say, they gonna tell ya...
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Nobody on the road

Nobody on the beach

I feel it in the air

The summer's out of reach

Empty lake, empty streets

The sun goes down alone

I'm driving by your house

Though I know you're not home

But I can see you-

Your brown skin shinin' in the sun

You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby

And I can...
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living in the jungle?

it ain't so hard

living in the city?

it'll eat out, eat out your heart

(I said, baby) Born to lose

Born to lose

baby, I'm born to lose

-Mr Punk and Roll

i like food

food is good

i like food

food is good

juicy burgers greasy fries turkey legs and raw fish eyes, teenage girls with ketchup too, get outta my way or i'll eat you

i like food, food is good

(i'm gonna turn dining back into EATING)

i like food, food is good!

-the descendants

I was a child
Who wanted love that was wild
Though tight as slow motion
But crazed with devotion

Insane with devotion
A whole other notion
I was fourteen and a half
And it wasn't no laugh

Love comes in spurts
(Oh no it hurts)
Love comes in spurts
(It hurts)

Love comes in spurts
(Oh no, 'cuz)
Love comes in spurts
(It always hurts)...
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In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway nine,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
H-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get...
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There's a guy in town who gets all the chicks
From what I hear this dude he ain't no hick
He's big and tuff he's got the surfer hair
When there's a good looking honeys
You can bet he's there
All the sweeties dig him 'cause he plays it so cool
He's the hustler, yeah
He's got a car that's never been shot down
He...
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Won't you strut Miss Lizzie, Get busy! I wanna see you walk; Oh, the folks all see the way you syncopate, Hear the whole town talk! When you move so preety, It's a pity The other girlies frown, But the men you meet Like the way you shake your feet; Oh, you knock'em dizzy, Strut Miss Lizzie Brown! Go down the street, by the school,...
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I'd rather have a bottle in front of me (than a frontal lobotomy)
I'd rather watch 10 hours of tv (so I do)
But since I can't I'll think of food
I'll think of sex
I'll think of music
And I'll think of you

I'd rather have a cold one by the sea (root beer)
I'd rather have you sitting on top o'me (😊)
But...
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